The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-07-12

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"You have a new patient, / see, "
she said to one of the nurses as she
entered the accident ward of the hos.
pital.
Eyes, miss; just brought in. Run
over by a train at the crossing. A bad
case"
The man, lying with closed eyes, was
reused by a gentle voice saying:
al fear you are in great pain. Can
do any thing for you?"
A shake of the head was her only
answer.
"At least / will leave you some of
these lovely lilies and rosebuds, and
they may bring such thoughts of Him
who cares for all His works as will
give you comfort and ease"
what is your name?" said the man
as she turned away.
She paused i'm surprise.
my name," she said, is Miss Al
den."
81 thought so. Ask her. Mrs. Alden.
to come and see me. and you come
back"
Rose had exchanged her outdoor
garments for loose wrapper, and sat
in her mothers dressing room relating
her mornings experience.
There was such a strange man,
mamma. in the Seventh Street Hospit-
al; he looked so strangely at me, and
asked my name, and when told him
he said he wanted you TO come and see
him, and for me to come back"
did you find out his name?"
"Yes, asked the nurse, and she
said his name was John Wilson. Do
you know him. mamma? He is a for
lorn-looking being"
Mrs. Alden started, and then said:
81 have heard the name. As | am
feeling better think l will drive down
and see him." Then, to Roses sur
prise, she caught her in a loving EN-
brace and left the room.
When Mrs. Alden reached the bed
side of the suffering man she at once
recognized in the abiect figure before
her the man who had given her the
greatest blessing of her life, albeit the
years had not dealt kindly with him
IL am here" she said, did you wish
to see me?"
81 have seen her." he cried, Han
nah's baby. Twas sure it was her, and
l just want to thank yOu for what you
have done for her. She is just what
Hannah wanted, Christian lady. /
am so glad you got her. Hannah knew
best, she always did; it was hard to
give away the baby, but am glad /
did as she told me. shall like to tell
her that saw her baby and she was
every thing she wanted her to be-"
"How have You got along all these
years. Mr.. Wilson,"
s'Well, wasn't much account without
Hannah. was just like half pair of
scissors; couldn' make things go; work
was slack, and had hard time. Har-
vey, my youngest boy, he worked for a
man that moved out West. and he
went along. and has been doing first
rate; owns land of his own now, and
he wrote back to Jack that il was
good place out there for carpenters; so
he went. and now they both wrote for
me to come and they would take care
of me the rest of my life. They sent
me the money, and I've been calculat-
ing to go for quite a spell. but some
way didn't get started. and now /
shan't ever 60"
''Can / do any thing for you?" said
Mrs. Alden.
NO." said he, "only if l could
be buried beside Hannah, and if you
would please let me see the child again,
I should be so glad, and then can tell
Hannah all about her."
"You shall have your wish, Mr.. Will
son, and Rose will be here i'm the
morning and stay awhile with YOU"
al won't tell her | am her father"
said the sick man.
Mrs. Alden went home and that
night she went to Roses room and sur
prised her by asking her if she loved
her very dearly.
"Why. my own precious mamma, /
love you better than any thing else in
the world" cried Rose, as she threw
her arms around Mrs. Alden.
Darling, l promised to give you
this box when you were eighteen years
old. There are reasons why think it
best to anticipate your birthday lit.
tie. Twill leave you alone while you
examine it; but | will be glad to see
you in my dressing-room afterwards"
1t was sore trial to Mrs. Alden to
tell her treasure that she was not in
truth her own mother. In short time
Rose hurriedly entered the room. and
fondly kissing Mrs. Alden she ex-
claimed, amidst her sobs:
'.My own darling mamma; you are